[Fic] Make That Flower Bloom Part 2

[thesockmonster]

Kyungsoo doesn’t stir when Luhan’s knot pulls free of him. Luhan stumbles into his bathroom, using a damp towel to halfheartedly wipe the mess from his cock and thighs. He slides on a previously discarded pair of pajama bottoms and sneaks out of his room.

The doors to the omega bedrooms are closed, but he can hear the moans and creaks of the beds through the walls. It pulls at his instincts, wanting to join them, but he needs to eat. An alpha’s rut is only as good as his meals. The number of times he needs to knot an omega before his rut ends is tied to how well he maintains himself. Luhan has to eat and stay hydrated to keep going and that’s what he intends to do.

The kitchen and dining room are empty. Luhan finds the leftovers and heats them up, leaning against the counter as he waits. He doesn’t bother moving to the table, eating at the counter and drinking down several glasses of water with it. He fills up quickly, taking the time to wash out the container and the other dishes he used.

Luhan shuffles toward the front door, opening it just enough to slip outside. The sun is bright, warming his skin as he stands out in it. The fresh air does him wonders, helping to clear his head. He stretches his arms over his head, walking off the porch and into the yard. The house isn’t overly large, but the land around it is. The front and sides are all low grass with a spattering of flowers that line the stone pathway that leads to the porch. The back is a thin strip of grass that melts into the trees. The forest behind the house is what made it ideal.

When his rut is over and the omegas are no longer in heat, they’re all going to be in need of a good, long run. No wolf likes being stuck in one form for too long. The wolves get antsy and irritable, which makes for an unhappy everyone. Luhan curls his toes in the grass, sighing into the spring air. It’s so wonderful out here. He can see himself settling here permanently. His wolf agrees, although right now, it would much rather be back inside the house with the omegas.

Luhan eventually goes back inside with the intent of getting more rest while he can. He makes his way to his bedroom, opening the door and pausing. Jongin and Kyungsoo are still sleeping, but now Sehun is between them, having managed to get them both cuddled around him. There’s no space left for Luhan. He closes the door quietly and decides he can lay down just as easily on the couch.

The couch is occupied, but that doesn’t stop Luhan from sitting. Joonmyun is wearing a shirt that’s far too large for him; it smells like Chanyeol. The omega gives Luhan a smile and Luhan holds out an arm for Joonmyun, pleased when Joonmyun leans against him, legs spread over Luhan’s lap. The television is on, but it’s all daytime shows that Luhan’s never seen before. It doesn’t matter anyway. He’s not here for entertainment.

Luhan relaxes into the soft cushions of the couch, bringing Joonmyun a little closer to him. His head falls back and Luhan closes his eyes, enjoying the calm of the moment. Someone laughs on the television, but Luhan is focused on the way Joonmyun has one of his hands, gently stroking over Luhan’s fingers. The sensation sends skittering tingles up his arm to settle in Luhan’s chest. Joonmyun plays with Luhan’s fingers through an entire commercial break. Luhan is finally starting to get used to it.

Luhan groans quietly when he feels the press of Joonmyun’s nose to his neck. The omega smells wonderful, like dessert, and Luhan’s mouth waters. Joonmyun continues to tease him, his head bumping beneath Luhan’s chin as Joonmyun wiggles himself closer. Luhan doesn’t notice that he’s breathing hard or that his cock has tented the front of his pants until Joonmyun lets out a whimper.

When Luhan looks down at Joonmyun, his eyes are dark and there’s a pretty pink flush to his cheeks. “Alpha,” Joonmyun pleads.

Luhan pushes Joonmyun back on the couch, taking his place between the omega’s legs. He snarls when he sees the white of Joonmyun’s thighs as they spread for him. Joonmyun is so pliant and warm, welcoming Luhan with open arms. His breath hitches when Luhan licks into Joonmyun’s mouth, humming in appreciation because Joonmyun tastes as good as he smells. Joonmyun’s legs cradle Luhan’s hips, the shirt riding up when Luhan grabs the fabric. He wants to see all of Joonmyun, wants to touch and kiss and leave his mark all over him.

“We shouldn’t-” Joonmyun starts, his voice cutting out on a groan because Luhan has a hand running down the back of Joonmyun’s underwear already.

“Shouldn’t?” Luhan inquires, pausing.

“Shouldn’t do this on the couch,” Joonmyun finishes. “It’ll get messed up.”

Luhan really does adore Joonmyun. He lowers over him, lips brushing against Joonmyun’s when he speaks. “Then where do you want to take my knot?”

“Fuck,” Joonmyun curses, mouth falling open as Luhan’s fingers slide down Joonmyun’s crack, coming away wet. “Roll me onto the floor.”

Luhan doesn’t roll Joonmyun onto the floor. He takes the shirt off the omega, tossing it on the carpet and helping position Joonmyun over it. Joonmyun is on his hands and knees, legs together so Luhan can peel his underwear off. As soon as he’s naked, Luhan spreads Joonmyun’s cheeks. Joonmyun’s knees slip apart and the omega’s spine curves to the floor when Luhan flicks his tongue over his rim for a taste.

Luhan pushes his tongue into Joonmyun, his wolf pleased when the omega keens, pushing back against it. Joonmyun is so responsive, panting moans in the air as Luhan needlessly stretches him with his tongue, and then with his fingers too. Joonmyun’s cock is leaking, a string of precome connecting the tip to the shirt on the floor.

Luhan sits up, shimmying his pants to his thighs, just enough for his cock to spring free. He doesn’t waste any time, the crown sliding so slick and easy into Joonmyun’s ass, the shaft following in a smooth glide. Joonmyun is trembling, his weight on his forearms and forehead on the carpet as he squeezes Luhan’s cock. Luhan spreads his hands over Joonmyun’s hips, soothing and strong, just the way Joonmyun needs.

Joonmyun has done such a good job taking care of Luhan and the others that Luhan is going to take care of him this time. He pulls out, leaving the tip just inside as Joonmyun groans, trying to clench and keep Luhan’s cock from slipping out. Luhan rocks his hips, listening to the way Joonmyun whines, fingers grasping in an attempt to find purchase on the carpet. Joonmyun finally pushes with the heels of his palms, sliding all the way back on Luhan’s cock with a high pitched moan.

Luhan lets Joonmyun start slow, guiding Joonmyun into a faster pace with his grip on his hips. It builds until Joonmyun’s ass slams against Luhan’s thighs, Joonmyun with his legs spread wider as Luhan finally takes over. There’s no room to think about anyone walking in on them, or of trying to keep quiet as Luhan fucks into Joonmyun. He wants to hear Joonmyun moan his name. Luhan desires to feel Joonmyun come apart under him, driving every worry out of the omega’s body.

Joonmyun calls Luhan’s name, chants it under his breath as Luhan’s knot stretches him further. His body sucks Luhan’s knot in greedily, locking them together minutes later. Joonmyun cries out as he comes, his cock spurting onto Chanyeol’s shirt beneath him as Luhan grinds into him. Joonmyun almost falls, but Luhan wraps an arm around his waist, holding his weight off the floor as Luhan ruts forward, chasing his own end. Joonmyun pants and whines, clenching and unclenching. Luhan’s eyes roll back when the first wave of his orgasm crashes over him.

They’re not in a very comfortable position. It wouldn’t be so bad if they were on a soft mattress instead of a carpeted floor. Joonmyun is boneless, trying not to fall flat and Luhan has to haul him up, sitting back with Joonmyun in his lap. From this angle, he can see the red splotches that litter Joonmyun’s neck and chest. It’s cute. Joonmyun turns his head, a pleased smile on his lips.

“Your heat hasn’t come,” Luhan comments a minute later.

Joonmyun hums. “It will,” he replies. “Soon. I just hope the others are going to come out of theirs first. It’s not going to be fun if all of us are in heat at once.”

“Somehow, I think you’d try to take care of everyone anyway,” Luhan jests.

“It’s in my nature,” Joonmyun huffs.

Luhan chuckles. “And it’s my nature to take care of you,” he whispers, kissing Joonmyun’s neck just beneath his ear.

Joonmyun shivers and leans further on Luhan. “As long as you know what you’re getting into.”

Luhan can’t help it. He lifts his hips just enough to move his knot inside Joonmyun. The omega gasps, eyes widening. “I know exactly what I’m in,” he teases.

It’s nice to hear Joonmyun laugh. When Luhan had initially approached him, Joonmyun had listed off so many reasons as to why Luhan shouldn’t want him as one of his omegas. When he’d finished, Luhan had simply asked him if he wanted to be with Luhan. The question had jarred the omega into answering honestly without hiding behind excuses. Joonmyun may not think he’s worthy of Luhan’s affections, but Luhan aims to prove him very wrong.

As soon as they’re able to move, the pair gingerly stand from their position on the floor. Luhan’s thighs burn and he runs his hands over them, kneading the feeling back into them as Joonmyun balls up Chanyeol’s shirt to wash later. He tosses it, and Luhan’s soiled pants, in the direction of the laundry room on their way upstairs. Luhan’s room is still occupied, so Joonmyun tugs Luhan into the smaller of the two omega bedrooms. Yifan and Yixing are asleep on one side, Yifan balled up and Yixing curled up around him.

Joonmyun leads Luhan to the other side, taking the edge of the bed for himself as Luhan climbs in over him.

“Thank you,” Joonmyun whispers before falling asleep.

Luhan kisses Joonmyun’s temple and pets through his hair softly, falling asleep to the scent of the content omegas around him.

Ironically enough, it’s the omegas around him who wake him later. Luhan has no idea how long he’s been asleep, but the air in the room is now thick with the scent of omegas in heat. Luhan groans, a hand moving down to palm at his already hard cock. When he opens his eyes, it’s to the image of Joonmyun fucking roughly into Yifan who has both hands on the headboard to push down.

Yifan raises his hips into it, Joonmyun working his fist up and down the length of Yifan’s cock to the rhythm of his thrusts. Luhan watches, silent and unmoving until he hears the whimper behind him. Luhan sits up, scooting to rest his back on the headboard, giving the other two more space. Luhan kicks the sheets off his legs, holding out his arms for Yixing who seems to have woken at the same time.

Yifan doesn’t notice, but Joonmyun does, pausing only a moment as Yixing climbs naked into Luhan’s lap. He’s facing away from Luhan, legs spread and attention on Yifan and Joonmyun. Yixing is always so easy when he’s sleepy, letting out a pleased sigh when Luhan reaches down between his legs, two fingers pushing at his rim. He’s not very wet yet, but Luhan will fix that. He dips his fingers into Yixing’s hole, then out, enjoying Yixing’s frustrated whine.

Luhan grazes his teeth on the side of Yixing’s neck, knowing that it’s one of the omega’s more sensitive spots. Yixing immediately tries to hunch his shoulders, but Luhan’s growl aborts the motion. Yixing whines instead, rocking himself down on Luhan’s fingers eagerly. Luhan focuses on sucking a dark mark on Yixing’s pretty neck, listening to the sounds of Yifan being fucked open by Joonmyun’s cock, and Yixing’s softer, halted noises of pleasure.

Luhan smears Yixing’s slick over his cock, helping Yixing lift just enough to sink down on it when he’s ready. Yixing leans back, his head resting on Luhan’s shoulder and his cock standing proud as Luhan fills him up. Luhan spreads his own legs wider, which spreads Yixing’s obscenely wide, giving Joonmyun a show of his own. He has the perfect view of Luhan’s cock thrusting in and out of Yixing’s ass. And he watches.

Yixing’s thighs flex as he bounces, forcing Luhan to go at his faster pace. Luhan doesn’t mind at all. He snaps his hips upward and Yixing moans, arching his back to take Luhan’s cock deeper.

Yifan moves one of his hands from the headboard, blindly reaching toward Yixing and Luhan. They both take Yifan’s hand, letting him hold tight. Yifan’s skin is burning up. He’s further into his heat than Yixing who is probably only just starting by the smell of him. Yixing works himself faster on Luhan’s cock as Yifan’s moans get louder, more desperate. Joonmyun hovers over Yifan, thrusting into him frantically, sloppily jerking Yifan off now.

Yifan comes with a growl ripped from his throat, and come shooting up his chest as Joonmyun milks it from him. Yifan’s fingers hold tight to Luhan and Yixing as he rides it out, sweat damp hair stuck to his face and a permanent pink tint to his skin. Joonmyun pulls out of Yifan, his wet cock pushing along the length of Yifan’s cock as he comes in a puddle. It smears over Yifan’s stomach and drips down the crease of his leg as Joonmyun shudders.

Luhan isn’t expecting the way Yixing goes tense suddenly, come spurting from his cock just from watching the other two come as he rides Luhan’s dick. He hasn’t even knotted him yet. Luhan fits his arm around Yixing’s waist, thrusting into his ass harder, his growing knot catch on Yixing’s rim. Yixing moans louder, refusing to let go of Yifan.

Joonmyun scoots back, his eyes dark on Luhan and Yixing as he leans down, swiping his tongue through the mess of come on Yifan’s stomach. He holds it on his tongue for them to see and Yixing whimpers Joonmyun’s name. Joonmyun crawls over to the omega, translucent white over his lips, still pooled on his tongue when he kisses a begging Yixing. Luhan groans at the sight, at the smell of it. His knot finally lodges comfortably in Yixing’s ass, too large to pull out.

Yixing grinds on it even if he’s sated for the moment. Joonmyun backs away, wiping his mouth on his arm with a pleased smile. “I’ll be back to help clean up,” he whispers.

Joonmyun slips out of the room, leaving Luhan with Yixing on his knot and Yifan, who is still hard and now palming his own cock. “Come here,” Luhan commands.

For such a large man, Yifan is quick when obeying, on his knees beside Luhan in only a few seconds. Luhan brings him down for a kiss, tongue easily parting Yifan’s lips. Yifan clings to him, clings to Yixing who has a hand on Yifan’s chest, fingers teasing over a nipple. Luhan goes further, sliding his hand between Yifan’s legs. He strokes over Yifan’s cock, squeezes Yifan’s balls lightly, then moves on to where Yifan needs him. Yifan sucks eagerly on Luhan’s tongue, a needy whimper spilling between them as Luhan pushes three fingers into Yifan’s already stretched hole.

With all his attention on the two omegas, Luhan doesn’t feel his own orgasm until Yixing gasps, ass fluttering around Luhan’s knot when the first ropes of come shoot into him. Luhan moans, rocking his hips as Yifan rides his fingers.

“Want my knot?” Luhan croons against Yifan’s lips. “Need me to stuff you so full with it that you can taste it?”

Yifan gasps, moans, whimpers when Luhan adds a fourth finger. It’s sloppy and wet, slick running down Luhan’s wrist to drip on the sheets. Yixing can’t keep his hands to himself, finally pulling Yifan’s mouth from Luhan’s and to his own. His head is tipped back at an awkward angle, but he’s intent on keeping Yifan’s tongue for himself.

Luhan hooks his fingers inside Yifan, teases around the omega’s rim with his thumb, and that’s all it takes. Yifan comes as he pushes down frantically on Luhan’s fingers, legs spreading wider to take more of him in. Luhan knew beforehand that Yifan’s heats are stronger than most, but he still feels helpless when Yifan collapses back on the bed a minute later, his cock semi-hard and his eyes glassy, breathing uneven.

Yifan needs a knot. The alpha in Luhan is desperate to take care of him, but he’s useless right now. All he can do is try to soothe the omega with soft words, promising that he’ll help as soon as he can. Yixing keeps testing the size of Luhan’s knot, raising to see if it will slip free of him without hurting him. Luhan worries for him, telling him not to rush, but Yixing is insistent. Yixing and Yifan have a close bond, always worrying over each other. Luhan loves that about them.

It’s still too early when Yixing finally pulls himself off Luhan’s knot, but he’s so slick that there’s minimal resistance. Yixing climbs over Yifan, kissing him softly, whispering in his ear. The two share a knowing look before Yixing is climbing off the bed on unsteady legs. Before the door closes behind Yixing, Luhan is already between Yifan’s legs, palms running up the insides of his thighs.

His rut is on cooldown, his knot still shrinking so it’s useless at the moment. That doesn’t mean he’s going to let Yifan go through this alone. He leans over Yifan, forehead to forehead with the omega to make sure he sees him, hears him. “I can’t knot you yet,” he starts, his heart aching when Yifan gives a pained whimper, “but I’m going to try something that might help. If you want me to stop, tell me.”

Yifan gives him a nod, his thighs spreading wider when Luhan slides his still wet fingers inside him. Luhan starts with three, like last time. There’s no resistance and Yifan immediately presses down on them with a pleasured shudder. The noises he makes are encouraging. Luhan pulls out, only to slide back in with four fingers. Yifan rocks on them quicker, knees bending and the sheets balled in his fists.

Luhan spreads his fingers carefully, watching Yifan’s face for signs of discomfort. An omega’s body is made to take a knot, so Luhan knows Yifan can take it. He just doesn’t want to overdo it. He leaves kisses over Yifan’s stomach and thighs, licking the taste of come and slick from his lips after. His body wants to knot Yifan, but it’s not ready yet. It’s very frustrating for them both.

This time, when Luhan slides his fingers out of Yifan, who protests with a growl and a threatening look that only manages to look cute, he keeps his focus on Yifan’s face entirely as he pushes back in, Yifan’s rim stretching easily around Luhan’s fingers and thumb until they’re all inside him. Yifan arches his back as his thighs tremble.

“Oh please,” he begs. “More more more.”

Luhan works his hand just a little further into Yifan’s ass, still cautious about hurting him. But Yifan seems more than able to take it. Carefully, slowly, Luhan curls his fingers inside Yifan until he’s made a fist. Yifan immediately fucks himself down on it frantically. His cock bounces with each thrust, leaking precome onto his already soiled stomach. Luhan can feel his rut coming on, invading his senses. His wolf is baying, snarling, demanding to breed Yifan.

Luhan doesn’t dare stop. He watches as Yifan tosses his head back, howling when thick come spills from his cock, riding his climax out on Luhan’s fist. Luhan can’t help himself; he leans forward, sucking the tip of Yifan’s cock into his mouth. His tongue picks up the rest of his come, running over the slit. Yifan wails, thrusting up into Luhan’s mouth. His cock is heavy on Luhan’s tongue, still hard even after all this.

Luhan keeps sucking down Yifan’s cock as he gently uncurls his fingers and slides his hand free from Yifan’s ass. Yifan traps Luhan between his legs with his thighs like he’s afraid that Luhan is going to leave him unsated. Luhan lets Yifan’s cock fall from his mouth, staring up at the omega with his wolf eyes. Yifan sucks in a sharp breath, instinctively baring his neck for the alpha to claim.

Luhan crawls over Yifan, his hard cock in one hand, sliding it up and down the cleft of Yifan’s ass. “I’m not leaving,” he promises Yifan. “Do you need to wait, or do you want my knot now?”

“Now,” Yifan says immediately. “Please, alpha.”

Luhan nips lightly at Yifan’s jaw as his cock slides slick and easy into Yifan’s ass. Luhan lets it sit there for a moment, lifting away to take Yifan’s thighs and push them to his chest. Yifan holds them there, completely bare and open for Luhan’s taking. And Luhan does take. He fucks into Yifan hard and fast, wanting to chase the heat away from the omega while slaking his own rut.

The potency of Yifan’s scent has Luhan’s knot thickening faster than usual, which suits the both of them just fine. Yifan’s moans turn raspy, then quiet. There are tears in his eyes that spill down his temples when Luhan’s knot pushes deep into him, tying them together. “Almost there,” Luhan tells him.

Yifan comes one final time, with Luhan’s knot lodged in his ass and the alpha’s come spurting into him. Yifan’s hips don’t stop moving until he’s spent. His cock finally goes soft. Luhan helps Yifan stretch his legs back to the bed, massaging along his thighs as Yifan’s heat clears. It’s not over, but for now, he’s free of it.

“Thank you,” Yifan says.

Luhan lays over Yifan, face pushed to the omega’s cheek. “You don’t ever have to thank me for this,” he whispers. “Rest now. I’ll have someone check on you later with food and water.”

Yifan doesn’t fight sleep when it claims him. Luhan uses the blanket in reach to clean some of the come from Yifan and himself. When his knot shrinks, he eases out of Yifan and finds a new blanket in the closet to cover him with so he doesn’t get cold. Luhan closes the door softly behind him and leans against it.

He was expecting more of a reprieve after that, but the arousal is still simmering under his skin, making him itchy and antsy. He wants to burst out of his skin, and it’s harder to control. He doesn’t want to fall into it; he doesn’t know what would happen. Instead, Luhan pushes off the door and toward the nearest bathroom.

The cold water of the shower ushes over his skin, leaving chill bumps in its wake. Luhan stands under it, willing himself to calm down, hoping to shake some of the cloying heat from his system. This needs to be about the omegas and not about him. He needs to be able to control himself.

The problem is that the entire house is so saturated with the scent of not only omega, but omegas in heat. Even after his freezing cold shower, Luhan’s teeth are chattering, but his cock isn’t soft. It stays plumped and Luhan glares down at it. He sneaks into his room after his shower, pausing to see several indiscernible lumps under the blankets. He carefully slides on a pair of cotton pajama pants, letting them settle low on his hips. They’d fall off if not for the state of his dick.

He intends to take advantage of the lull by making himself a snack, sneaking down the stairs so he doesn’t bother the others. He’s halfway to the kitchen when he realizes that a snack isn’t going to happen. He can’t see what’s happening, but he can hear the moaning and the slapping of skin. His cock is already taking an interest and Luhan moves faster.

Luhan walks into the kitchen to find Jongdae leaning over the counter, Joonmyun thrusting into him from behind. Jongdae is flat on the surface, ass stuck out and fingers hooked on the other side while Joonmyun fucks in and out of him. Luhan rounds the counter, nearly moaning at the image of Baekhyun on his knees between Jongdae’s legs, sucking down his cock.

The moment Baekhyun notices Luhan, which isn’t long because Luhan is probably flooding the room with his scent, he pulls off Jongdae’s cock with a pop. His lips are pink and swollen, and he licks over them as his dark eyes focus on the way Luhan’s cock pushes out his pants. Luhan’s beginning to wonder why he bothered with pants in the first place.

Baekhyun crawls over to him, his hips swaying in invitation. He doesn’t lay belly up as Luhan expected, but with his ass in the air, hands on his cheeks to pull them apart, presenting himself to be mounted. Luhan drops to his knees so fast that they ache from the impact. The first touch of his hands on Baekhyun’s thighs have the omega moaning, rocking back to seek more of it. Baekhyun smells delectable, and also like Luhan’s cock isn’t the first that will be inside him today.

Luhan doesn’t have the patience to wait, shoving his pants down to his knees. His cock head nudges against Baekhyun’s puffy rim, and both of them moan as Luhan’s cock fills Baekhyun’s ass. Baekhyun immediately begins fucking himself on it, shameless as his legs spread wider to take his alpha’s cock deeper. Luhan can’t bother to care that they’re on the kitchen floor, fluidly thrusting in and out of Baekhyun as Joonmyun and Jongdae keep screwing against the counter.

Baekhyun’s ass bounces off Luhan’s thighs and Baekhyun moans each time Luhan’s cock is buried in him. He’s so loud that he’s going to wake anyone who isn’t already up. Jongdae cries out suddenly, breaking through Baekhyun’s moans as he comes. Luhan sees white dripping off Jongdae’s fingers, the omega’s face pinched in pleasure as Joonmyun snaps his hips harder, faster, chasing his own end.

Joonmyun slides out, his head tipped back when he comes over Jongdae’s ass and thighs. Luhan grips Baekhyun’s hips tight, forcefully bringing him back onto his cock. Baekhyun has Luhan’s full attention again, squeezing so wonderfully tight around Luhan’s cock that his knot is almost ready. Almost.

Luhan feels the presence of someone behind him, paying no attention to it until Jongdae turns his head, a kitten smile on his pretty mouth before he kisses Luhan. Luhan groans, Jongdae licking through his lips as his hands wander over Luhan’s chest. They trail dangerously low and Luhan has to break away, inhaling sharply when Jongdae teases around the base of his knot.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Baekhyun whines, raising onto his hands to fuck back harder.

Joonmyun is on the floor in front of Baekhyun and he makes sure that Luhan is watching. There’s an almost evil smirk on Joonmyun’s handsome face when he takes three fingers and pushes them into Baekhyun’s mouth. The omega nearly gags on them, but he suddenly comes, untouched, as he begins sucking on Joonmyun’s fingers.

Luhan can’t breathe. Baekhyun clamps around his cock so hard that it’s impossible not to come. He would fall forward over the omega if Jongdae wasn’t holding on to him. His knot throbs with each spurt, the pleasure making Luhan’s head spin while Jongdae nips at his ear, his jaw, his teeth catching on Luhan’s shoulder to leave a mark. Luhan leans against Jongdae, his body thrumming with satisfaction, even if he can already tell it’s not enough. His rut isn’t satiated.

Joonmyun is bent low, petting through Baekhyun’s hair, still being the caretaker. The floor was really a terrible place for this. Luhan is going to be sore later and he’s not looking forward to it. He vaguely wonders if the bathtub in the master bedroom is large enough to soak in. Perhaps with company.

The sound of the front door opening startles him. He can’t see the door from where he is, but their little pile on the floor is soon greeted by Chanyeol and Zitao, each of them with several grocery bags hanging on their fingers. A fresh breeze wafts in with them, clearing out the scent of the others and replacing it with theirs. Luhan’s interest is piqued. Both Chanyeol and Zitao are ready to go into heat at any moment.

Joonmyun stands to help with the groceries, taking the bags from Zitao who has gone red-faced quite suddenly. Chanyeol scents it first, turning to Zitao who is fanning his shirt, biting his lower lip as he tries, with shaky hands, to put a box of potato flakes in the refrigerator. Joonmyun rescues him.

“Go,” Joonmyun tells him, shoving Zitao lightly toward the direction of the bedrooms.

Zitao stumbles out and Luhan sees the way Chanyeol’s eyes are glued to Zitao’s ass, licking over his lips with clear desire on his face.

“Chanyeol,” Luhan calls softly, startling the omega who drops one of the bags in his grip. “Can you help Zitao until I get there?”

Chanyeol scrambles out of the room as Jongdae laughs. Baekhyun clamps around Luhan’s shrinking knot when Jongdae’s laughter rocks Luhan back. It’s a good thing his knot can’t fill while he’s still tied, otherwise he’d never get off this floor. Zitao and Chanyeol’s scents have already started that thrumming in his system again. It’s fortunate that Joonmyun is so attentive because he’s the reason Luhan manages to get food on his stomach before he’s able to lift off the floor. Jongdae helps Baekhyun, stumbling off in the direction of the downstairs bathroom.

Luhan would pause for more than a few swallows of water, but his rut is demanding that he join Zitao and Chanyeol. The two of them are in Luhan’s bed and Luhan’s wolf surges to the surface, a snarl on his lips as he watches the way Zitao bounces himself on Chanyeol’s cock. Chanyeol’s left red trails down Zitao’s thighs, and there are several hickeys on Chanyeol’s neck already.

Stealthily, Luhan crawls onto the bed behind Zitao. The omega knows he’s there; he doesn’t flinch or slow when Luhan’s hands snake around his chest, one of them running up. Luhan curls his fingers lightly around Zitao’s neck, nose to Zitao’s hair to breathe him in. Chanyeol grabs Zitao’s thighs to stop his movements.

“Zitao,” Luhan rumbles, smiling at the hitch in Zitao’s next breath. Luhan locks eyes with Chanyeol and his smile turns into a smirk. “Do you think you can take both of us?”

Zitao nods without hesitation, tilting himself forward to showcase where he’s speared open on Chanyeol’s cock. “Please, alpha,” he purrs. “I can take it.”

Chanyeol cups Zitao’s cheeks, spreading them open. Luhan takes a moment to admire the way Chanyeol’s cock fills Zitao so nicely. He feels around Zitao’s rim, the two omegas trying to move into it. He skates the pads of his fingers along the base of Chanyeol’s cock before moving up, pushing one into Zitao’s ass to test. He might be riddled with lust, but he’s not going to hurt any of his omegas.

Chanyeol has to hold Zitao tighter to keep him from squirming as Luhan stretches Zitao further, two fingers, then three as slick drips out of him, making it easier. Luhan rubs the tip of his cock through it, rubbing the crown teasingly alongside Chanyeol’s cock. As soon as he fits his cock against Zitao’s rim, Zitao pushes himself back on it. All three of them moan loud when Luhan’s cock glides into Zitao’s ass, fitting snug against Chanyeol’s.

Both Chanyeol and Luhan wrap their arms around Zitao to hold him still. Zitao is panting wildly, trying to squirm on their dicks. “Feels so good,” Zitao rumbles. “Fuck me,” he begs with a whine.

They move carefully at first, Chanyeol sliding almost out as Luhan pushes in. Zitao clenches tight around them, moaning like he can’t get enough. Luhan has to make sure his growing knot doesn’t slip inside Zitao. He’s confident that Zitao can take both him and Chanyeol at once, but not with his knot.

Zitao asks them to go faster, resting his forehead on Chanyeol’s shoulder, panting and moaning and clawing at Chanyeol’s back as he rides their cocks. Chanyeol’s eyes are blown, his wolf irises flashing every now and then. Luhan grins at him, feral and dominating. Chanyeol snarls, reaching an arm around to pull Luhan closer.

Their pace quickens and Luhan’s knot bumps against the base of Chanyeol’s cock, slapping on Zitao’s rim, but never going in. Chanyeol’s moans are deep and rugged, and he bites down on Zitao’s shoulder when he pulls out of Zitao completely. Luhan feels Chanyeol come, sees the way it floods through his features. Zitao whines at the loss, raising until Luhan’s cock falls from him too.

Zitao’s eyes are bright when he turns around, arms on Luhan’s shoulders. Luhan holds his cock steady for Zitao to sink all the way down on it, taking his swelling knot so easily. Chanyeol settles himself behind Zitao, reaching around with a come covered hand to jerk Zitao off. Luhan groans as Zitao squeezes around his length, fucking into him deeper. Chanyeol pinches at Zitao’s nipple with his other hand, his mouth occupied because Zitao has stolen it for a filthy kiss.

Luhan slams Zitao down one last time, his knot snug inside the omega’s ass as Zitao writhes on it. He moans into Chanyeol’s mouth, rocking his hips to grind on Luhan’s knot as Chanyeol keeps stroking up and down his cock. Zitao gets breathy and frantic right before he comes, trembling as he leans on Chanyeol. Luhan follows with a grunt, his knot aching before it empties into the omega.

Chanyeol lifts his dirty hand and Zitao licks at it, cleaning Chanyeol’s fingers of both their come as Luhan watches. Chanyeol tilts Zitao’s head after, making a show of sliding his tongue into Zitao’s mouth, kissing him until Zitao pulls away, boneless and breathless. With a sated, pleased upturn of his lips, Chanyeol manages to lift over Zitao’s shoulder enough to kiss Luhan with a low groan. Luhan kisses Chanyeol greedily, enjoying the taste of Zitao on Chanyeol’s tongue. Luhan is reluctant to pull away, but Zitao is nosing his way between them. Luhan kisses Zitao indulgently, sighing as the omega melts against him.

The bed shifts and Luhan looks to see that Chanyeol is standing, stretching his arms over his head. He looks tempting, but he’s out of Luhan’s reach. “You don’t have to go,” Luhan tells him.

Zitao nuzzles along Luhan’s neck, holding out a hand for Chanyeol. Chanyeol grabs his jeans from the floor, stepping into them. “Hungry,” he explains, not bothering to button or zip his jeans. “You want me to bring you two anything?”

“I’m good,” Zitao mumbles.

Chanyeol leaves and Zitao just wraps more around Luhan with a content sigh. Luhan enjoys it, cuddling with the omega as they wait for his knot to shrink. Zitao’s eyes are heavy-lidded when he asks Luhan to lay him back on the bed, and he falls asleep with a soft smile on his lips.

Luhan leaves Zitao in his bed after covering him up. The door to one of the other bedrooms is open and Luhan sticks his head in, looking for Chanyeol. What he sees is Minseok fucking into Sehun, Sehun’s legs around his waist. Baekhyun is sitting over Sehun’s face, a puddle of come already pooled on Sehun’s chest and more shooting from the tip of Baekhyun’s cock as Sehun fucks him with his tongue.

Chanyeol isn’t in the other room either. The large bed against the wall is now home to six omegas - Joonmyun, Jongdae, Yixing, Yifan, Kyungsoo and Jongin. Yifan is on his hands and knees, Jongin’s face buried in his ass as Kyungsoo thrusts into Jongin from behind. Yifan has Yixing’s cock in his mouth, sucking him off slowly. Joonmyun is half under Yifan, lips around Yifan’s cock with Jongdae’s cock sliding slick into Joonmyun’s ass. Luhan feels like he may implode even though his knot has just gone down. He whimpers, nearly joining them until he remembers Chanyeol.

Luhan takes a reluctant step back, only to hit against something solid. He can tell by the smell that it’s Chanyeol. The omega pushes his face to the curve of Luhan’s neck, groaning softly. His arms circle Luhan’s waist, urging him forward. Luhan goes willingly, his senses in overdrive.

Luhan feels as if he could vibrate out of his skin when they near the bed. None of the others take notice of them until Luhan turns and sits on the edge of the mattress by Yifan’s head. Yifan slides a hand up Luhan’s bare chest, nails digging into skin. Chanyeol stares down at Luhan, his cock pushing at the seam of his jeans. It’s Luhan who hooks his fingers in the belt loops and tugs the denim down Chanyeol’s thighs.

“You want to put on a show, pet?” Luhan asks, head tilting as he stares at Chanyeol’s cock. He’s hard and leaking, a shine coating his thighs all the way up to his ass.

Chanyeol whimpers, sucking in a quivering breath when Luhan rests a hand on his stomach. He thumbs over the skin, eyes dragging over Chanyeol’s body with want. Chanyeol’s always responded well to praise, always been pleased with pet names and being told what to do.

“Come here,” Luhan tells him, patting his lap.

Chanyeol is all leg, but he’s eager. He straddles Luhan’s thighs, hands on Luhan’s shoulders to steady himself. Luhan tips Chanyeol’s face down with fingers on his chin, guiding Chanyeol into a kiss. Chanyeol groans, sucking on Luhan’s tongue as he rocks forward. The bed is shaking beneath them, Yifan’s moans growing louder. Heat builds inside Luhan and he needs to quench it.

“Be good and sit on my cock, pet,” Luhan whispers against Chanyeol’s lips.

Chanyeol obeys instantly, raising up just enough for Luhan to hold his cock up, letting Chanyeol slide down on the hard length. Chanyeol lets out a whine, eyes fluttering shut as he clenches around Luhan’s cock.

“Show me how much you want my knot,” Luhan commands.

The tips of Chanyeol’s ears go red, but his actions prove that he’s eager for it. He bounces himself on Luhan’s cock with abandon, his own cock pressed between them. Beside them, Yixing reaches out, twisting his fingers in Chanyeol’s hair to pull. Chanyeol’s head falls back and he lets out his loudest moan yet. Yixing holds Chanyeol like that even as Yifan keeps sucking him off.

There are other hands on Luhan, a mouth that runs hot down his neck and to his back. The slick sounds of sex fill the silences between the moans. Luhan is lost in it, lost in the pleasure and the atmosphere. The scents are overpowering, filling his head and churning in his gut. His knot swells and Chanyeol wiggles himself down on it, content to stay. There’s another mouth on Luhan’s neck, a hand that reaches around and tugs at Chanyeol’s cock.

Luhan is pushed flat on his back, staring up at Jongin and Kyungsoo. “Is your knot too big to pull out?” Jongin asks.

“No,” Luhan rasps, spine arching as Chanyeol keeps fucking himself.

Jongin licks over his swollen lips. His chin is still shining with Yifan’s slick and Luhan can’t help bringing Jongin down to lick it off. Jongin lets him before whining softly, pulling away. “I want Chanyeol,” Jongin tells him. “I want him to fuck me while you fuck him.”

Chanyeol lifts off Luhan’s cock with a grunt and Luhan gasps from the cool air. There isn’t much room on the bed and Luhan has to roll to the side, letting Jongin lay flat on his back. Chanyeol kisses Jongin tenderly as he eases between Jongin’s legs, his cock sliding fluidly into him. Luhan gives it a moment before taking his place behind Chanyeol. The omegas go still, letting Luhan fill Chanyeol with his cock again.

This time, Chanyeol doesn’t need guidance. He fucks himself back on Luhan’s cock and then forward into Jongin’s ass, his moans muffled by Jongin’s mouth. Luhan watches as Kyungsoo rolls Yifan on to his back, then sinks down on Yifan’s cock with a content sigh. Yifan bucks into Kyungsoo’s ass as Yixing kisses him, licking up the mess of his come around Yifan’s mouth. Joonmyun moves behind Kyungsoo, his mouth on Kyungsoo’s neck as he jerks Kyungsoo off. Jongdae finds his way over to Yixing, whining until Yixing situates Jongdae over Yifan’s face.

Jongdae rides Yifan’s tongue and Yixing strokes himself back into hardness. They’re all in heat; they’re all going to be like this for at least another day. His wolf absolutely revels in it.

Luhan takes Chanyeol by the hips and slows his movements until he stops. Jongin whines and Luhan shushes him. He pushes his knot into Chanyeol and holds there as it grows, stretching Chanyeol open wider. Luhan grinds his knot into Chanyeol, fucking Chanyeol into Jongin now that his knot is too big to pull out.

Jongin raises his arm out and Joonmyun takes his hand, linking their fingers. Jongin and Chanyeol come at nearly the same time. Chanyeol’s hips are jerking forward from his climax and that sends Jongin into his. Luhan enjoys the way Chanyeol’s ass flutters around his cock, squeezing so tight around his knot. It doesn’t take much more before he’s emptying his load into Chanyeol.

It’s going to be a little while before Luhan will be able to pull free from Chanyeol, but Yixing is already eyeing him up like he’s the main course. Luhan’s wolf growls possessively.

Luhan aches everywhere. It’s been a tiring few days, but they’ve all made it through. No one was dehydrated and they were all well fed, which is more than Luhan could have hoped. His rut is finally satiated, and his omegas are basking in their post heat glow, turning extremely affectionate and clingy with Luhan and with each other.

Luhan is also finally getting his hot bath. The tub in the master bathroom is huge. The heat from the water is siphoning the soreness from his muscles, helping him relax. He hasn’t had a solid night’s sleep in days and they’re all hoping to be able to sleep tonight. They’ve moved all the beds into the master bedroom, foregoing separate rooms. It’s a nest of mattresses, blankets, pillows and more stuffed animals than Luhan has seen in his life. It’s the perfect place for them all.

It’s not unheard of for an alpha to claim possession of the omegas he’s bred, taking responsibility for them all even after they’ve conceived. Sometimes a bond forms that’s so strong it rivals a pack bond and a new pack is formed. Luhan is mulling the idea over, knowing that if given the choice, he’d do it in a heartbeat. But he wants to give them all the choice first. It’s not a decision he would make for them.

He’s going to broach the subject later when they’re all together. But for right now, he’s going to enjoy his bath. Nothing quite beats a nice long soak, his legs spread wide and Sehun between them, his pretty pink lips stretched around the girth of Luhan’s cock. Luhan’s going to take such good care of him.

**I am both horrified and proud of this